A toothsome Moroccan spiced chickpea and carrot ragout served over a light and pillowy couscous pilaf.

It only took all weekend, but I finally got Remy to concede that she’s going to school “next week” (this week).
I would say there’s about a 5% chance that she actually has any comprehension of what I’m talking about, but I’ve somehow convinced myself that the more I talk about it and desensitize her to the idea, the better she’ll do tomorrow when we leave her in a new place surrounded by strangers for ten hours.
(There’s no truth to that, is there?)
(Wait, don’t tell me. Leave me to my blissful ignorance.)










